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Sparky and Me

Sparky and Me

By: MSgt Edd Prothro, USMC Ret. 1964-1984

August 1978 to November 1981 found me on recruiting duty with the Officer Selection Office, RS Hartford CT. We recruited candidates for the Platoon Leaders Class & Officers Candidate Class from 72 colleges and universities in Connecticut, Rhode Island and western Massachusetts. To say the least, adapting to the culture and language of college students and northerners was not an easy task for a farm boy from Mulvane KS with 14 years Marine Corps service. In the early summer of 1980 a new officer joined our station, 1st Lt. John Sparks. Lt. Sparks was an 0302 Infantry Officer, Naval Academy graduate from Maryland, and had been selected for Captain. He and I were assigned together as one of two officer recruiting teams.

Once per quarter the 1st Marine Corps District meeting was held at a different recruiting station to allow for introductions and networking. As fate would have it, Sparky and I were sent to represent RS Hartford that quarter at the meeting in RS Bronx NY. We decided to drive down, which turned out to be a really dumb decision. Of course, we took the wrong exit (GPS didn’t exist then) and found ourselves in the blight of inner New York City. Remember, it was 1980 and there was a national recession, plus NYC was in the midst of an economic melt down. The area looked like a war zone, littered with trash, old furniture and cars on cinder blocks. Here we were, in undress blues, driving a government car with a big “U.S. Marine Corps Recruiting” sticker on each front door. Sparky was driving and I looked over at him and said, “Damn, Lieutenant, I’m glad I’m with you!” He in turn gave me a side-ways glance and with a shit-eating grin replied, “You talk’in to me white boy!” Naturally, we were late for meeting because the only parking we could find was over a mile away, and we had to take a cab to the recruiting station. We were forced to endure much ridicule and became the butt of many jokes. From then on we always took the train if we had to go to The Big Apple.

That incidence became the essence of our relationship for the next year and a half. We soon acquired the moniker of “Salt & Pepper” as we fought, scratched and clawed to make our annual quota of new candidates. I showed Sparky how to pad the next years quota with college bound HS grads and Freshmen, and he became my safe harbor as I began to suffer the affects of PTSD from my time in Vietnam. Recruiting duty was not by choice, but it was one of the most challenging and rewarding assignments of my time in the Corps. This picture was taken at the late-term commissioning of 2nd Lt. Thomas Vinsky at his home in Amherst MA. His father (on right) was a retired USAF Lt.Col. and his older brother and sister were both USMC officers on active duty.

Semper Fi!!!
MSgt Edd Prothro, USMC ’64-’84

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Robert Birney - May 20, 2020

I was one of your recruits. Wesleyan University ’81 Flight School contract Washed out for vision. Became a King of Battle boy. Thank you.

Dale McNett - May 20, 2020

I was called out for being out of uniform in 1969 at MCAS, Beaufort, S.C. by a new butter bar. He was O.D. and decided to rag on me for having no cover on while working on an F-4B radar system. At the time the plane was on the flight line and I waited at attention while he derided my young a$$. After a bit he asked what I had to say for myself and I asked him if he knew what F.O.D. was and he said no. He proceeded to tell me what he was going to do and I asked to go talk to my X.O. in the hangar. We went and I explained the situation to the X.O. where upon he dismissed me and asked the butter bar if he had read the base instructions before going on duty as O.D.. Sadly for him he hadn’t. Majors in the CORPS do know how to chew some rear end if you know what I mean.

Nick 0311 - May 20, 2020

You’re probably right! Nick.

MSgt Edd Prothro, USMC Ret. 1964-1984 - May 20, 2020

I’m sure it was either Texas or Nebraska, cause I live in Oklahoma now. Semper Fi!!!

Nick 0311 - May 20, 2020

Ya’all heard the joke about Kansas? Only 2 things come from Kansas……….! or was that Oklahoma? Nick

Kapena - May 20, 2020

Oh yeah. Master Sargent. You look good in dress blues! Semper Fidelis.

Kapena - May 20, 2020

Yeah I was exiting the double swinging doors of the PX in Millington, Tenn. I had just bought a brand new pisscutter and was leaving when this Lt.grabbed the door swung it open and cut me a salute! I returned the salute not knowing what to make of it as I was a pfc. 2 second later I hear a “STOP”! I turn around and the Lt. comes towards me points to my pisscutter and says “what is that?” I remove my cover and there’s the price tag still on it! Ha! Ha! He saluted my price tag! Too funny!

Harry 1371 - May 20, 2020

I was once ordered to put myself on report for being out of uniform. Flew back to Lejeune from Camp Garcia , via Cherry point, passed a Major in the parking lot at 8th Eng. and after saluting was told that I was out of uniform because I had my rank insignia on my utility cover.
I tried to explain that I had just returned from Vieques and we were permitted to wear our rank on our cover since our uniform of the day was usually utility trousers and t-shirt, “That’s no excuse now go put yourself on report” ” Aye Aye Sir” Yeah Right! Harry 1371

MSgt Edd Prothro, USMC Ret. 1964-1984 - May 20, 2020

You got me, there’s no excuse. Our punishment was that we were forced to make innumerable congratulatory toast, as I recall it got quite inebriating that afternoon. Actually, that was the only in uniform picture of Sparky and me that I could find. We would work hard and play even harder. Semper Fi!!!

Harry 1371 - May 20, 2020

I like the story M/Sgt Edd but, “Where the hell is your cover Marine!” No excuse will be accepted .” Now go put yourself on report!” LOL Harry 1371

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